
I casually drive along Main Street in Santa Monica enjoying the colorful scenery as the Pacific Ocean breeze dances through the air. Boutiques, cafes, restaurants, parks, and yoga studios devour the street.
I'm headed to one of my favorite cafes to dive into writing when at a stoplight a laughter catches my attention. I notice a yoga class just let out and a couple students are leaving. Their mats are slung over their shoulders as they swing a leg over their bike, kick up there kick stand and hang out for a minute to chat. A girl walks across the street in front of my car holding her yoga mat, wearing red Tods as her eyes gaze up at the sky with a blissful expression on her face. Another student drenched in sweat seems to have the same look on his face as he rolls up his yoga mat on the sidewalk.
The light turns green, I drive off still staring at the yogis. I smile to myself, my insides feel a bit more at peace, like I just finished a yoga class.
I park my car and walk into the coffee shop. Scene: "Hollywood hippie writers." I look for the table that seems to always be reserved for me. It's a blue-tiled french iron table with two mismatched cushioned chairs that stand nestled next to the window. As I settle in, I gaze at all the wired writers with their eyes fixated on their Mac screen hoping to perfect that one sentence which will turn their piece of work into success. Faces here look the same too, but with a slightly different "good" energy then the faces of the yoga students have. A sense of intensity but, peace. Excitement but, humbled. Their eyes are beaming with passion, I embrace this energy too.
After an hour, I get stuck on my own sentence. I decide to take a break and focus on the staff in the coffee shop. The baristas seem to be having fun making lattes as the busboys quietly interact with the customers. The manager looks on with peace.
I realize that today, I encountered yoga students, writers, and a staff who all seem to individually hold some good energy. Through their energy I captured good energy. Or was it that my environment which I created brought these kinds of souls to me. Either way does it really matter? The color of my mat, intentionally today was bright....
So, how are you going to leave your house today? When people drive by and see you, what will your expression look like? Will your interaction with the barista change his negative thoughts into a smile? You never know who you will touch in a day. Even with no contact.
So, what colors are you going to bring out into your world today?